December 15, 2015

Lyrics

Well i stand with my father and a hundred year old grave then i push past the dirt and see his grandfatehrs name so died in the famine some died in new york
well i stadn with m fatehr where his grandmother is born
And i head down to colway the city that i loathe
try to find some of these girls that insprie some of these songs
and the beggars and teh dealers there was plenty im sure
but i politely declined all their hangover cures
the next morning i woke to the air out teh eyer
with my old rusty bike i took down to the water
theres a cross the stood still, water too deep
for the first time in my life i may actually beleive
So Jude West and Jim Lockey the starters and stoop
you gave me punk rockso punk rock i gave you
to the girls down in locktowne i toast you everynight
hope you're making me proud keeping this scene alive
so if you ever make it to the new eatern coast
well i'll be tehre to greet you my home is your home
cause you made me the happiest ive ever been
without you im limbless, ive got no steay hands
theres a libertine is dublin she's captured my soul
if i cant have her i'd rather be alone
if you're ever stumblin down old blackwood road
tell her i'll be back soon cuz im bringing her home
if i cant have her i'd rather be alone
if you're ever stumblin down old blackwood road
tell her i'll be back soon cuz im bringing her home
if i cant have her i'd rather be alone
if you're ever stumblin down old blackwood road
tell her i'll be back soon cuz im bringin her home

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